So this is over a month late. This is insanely late. In some way it feels appropriate because it seemed like we celebrated Henry’s birthday for all of September. A month of birthday. Poor kid was so confused.
Have you started to feel like every day for the whole rest of the year is planned? Seriously, where did it all go?? And how do I already feel behind on Christmas shopping???
On the Blog:
I’m slowly coming to terms with the fact that we are having adventures faster than I can write about them. I’ve been updating Travel Resources with more info to give you travel ideas, even if there aren’t links to full posts. Looking for your next day trip or weekend getaway? Check it out here.
One adventure I did cover was our jam-packed day trip to Turin. If you have a chance, I’d spend more than a day here.
I also talked about my love/hate relationship with crowds and our trips to Nemi and Orte.
As well as gettin’ deep about last meals at Castel Sant’ Angelo.
And 3 tips to make your travel awesome.
Huh, I guess there are still some travel posts going up around here. I feel like things have definitely gone off the rails lately. #sorrynotsorry
Fall is here! I still haven’t ordered my OTK boots, but I’m sure everyone here would like me to just do it or shut up about it. What’s on your fall fashion wish list?
The one where I get kind of preachy about judging other people. I swear, I’ve put the soap box away. For now at least.
On the Internets:
For my hipster peeps, have you tried switchel? I really want to try this apple cider vinegar drink, but I’m having a hard time on the ginger juice. I can’t find it in juice form, and I don’t have the capability to juice fresh ginger.
This video had me cry laughing. If you want to kill your morning, delve into Break Womb’s other stuff. Ah, it’s funny because it’s true.
If you looking for some fall pieces of your own, Ann Taylor is 50% off through Sunday.
I’m very intrigued by this stroller. Any urbanites tried this one?
That’s all I got. Happy weekend everyone!
Modern Mrs. Darcy posted recently(ish) about family traditions. I really like traditions. Growing up we always had waffles on Christmas and always opened stockings first. I want to try ALL the new things, but I like having some steady standbys to return to.
Since the kids are young, we are still in the process of building our own family traditions. This was for Henry’s recent third (!!!) birthday. Maybe he didn’t remember last year, but I did, and I liked deepening the grooves on our past practices.
Guess who still refuses to crawl and is now one year old??
Mac had a pretty swell birthday. I mean, he didn’t tell me he enjoyed it or anything, but I think he had a good time. Recap on birthday numero uno below. Or just watch this video. It covers just about everything. Thanks Google+!
Mac woke up early so I didn’t get to run in and terrorize him with the birthday song, as per tradition. (For his recent birthday, James delighted in being awoken from a peaceful slumber with my phone pressed to his head blaring the birthday song. What can I say? We make birthdays special ’round here.) I did get to play Mac the song while he was sitting on the kitchen floor. At first, he was all “why are you guys just staring at me” but then he started his signature Mac dance bob.
Mac was fortunate to be able to celebrate with his grandparents. We took pics with the birthday banner.
Mac opened presents from thoughtful relatives, godparents, and friends. Henry “helped.”
We went on a birthday adventure. We took the subway for the first time to St. Paul Outside the Walls. Stunning and huge. More on this one later.
And the main event: cake! James made a chocolate cake with homemade frosting and a separate smash cake for the birthday boy.
He went for it. Instantly. No hesitation. Fistfuls of cake straight into his mouth. Like to the point I almost worried about needing to take it because he was eating so much cake. As if taking cake from a chocolate-covered cake demon would ever be advisable.
They were some of the happiest moments of his young life. Sadly, the high was followed by a definite low, as cleanup was inevitable. Mac howled while he took a shower, but I think he’d tell you it was worth it.
Well, I had a birthday round these parts. I used to make fun of my mom because she could never remember her age. Once, in her 30s, she “lost” a year because she had been saying the wrong age all year.
Now, I (gulp) have become my mom on this one. I usually can’t remember how old I am. To help me remember my new milestone, I’ve put together 33 things I’ve learned in my 33 years on Earth. Get ready to have some knowledge dropped on ya!
- If something is off about your contact and you can’t fix it after a few tries with saline, just get a new contact. It will bother you all day and isn’t worth it.
- You can believe something that you think is an absolute, immutable truth and you will find 100 people with 100 different opinions about it.
- Nobody is looking at you as much as you think they are looking at you.
- Don’t save the nice bath stuff, wine, or chocolate for some day. Use it and enjoy it now.
- Try not to make decisions when you are really tired or really hungry.
- Don’t say you are going out for “just one drink” unless you want to end up closing down the bar and catching the wrong metro line home.
- No one knows or cares if you wash your hair every day.
- Kids help you to be a better version of yourself. A more tired version, but more aspirational. If you want your kid to eat vegetables and volunteer, you probably have to eat vegetables and volunteer yourself.
- Everything takes longer than you think it will. Everything. Always.
- You probably do regret most the things you didn’t do. Unless the thing you didn’t do is a tequila shot. Tequila shots are never a good idea.
- Measuring cups make excellent bath toys.
- Thinking of a list of 33 things is hard.
- And kind of pretentious.
- Oh, well, can’t quit now.
- No one is looking at you as much as you think they are. I said this already? Well, it is still REALLY true.
- When in doubt, it usually never hurts to err on the side of politeness.
- Marry your best friend.
- Or at least someone you really like to spend lots of time with.
- (Am I there yet? NO?? This is making me feel old. Old and yet without wisdom.)
- Better to keep doing lots of little gestures rather than worry about one grand gesture that never gets done.
- Work hard.
- You may not be able to do something, but you definitely won’t be able to do it if you never try.
- I rarely regret spending time with a book.
- No one notices if you wear the same thing all the time. Or they are just too polite to comment.
- Sometimes you just need to have a dance party.
- Shake it off.
- Phones are not more interesting than people. And if they are, you should probably find new people.
- Haters gonna hate.
- It is always easier to consume than create.
- Nobody is ever pissed about getting a handwritten note.
- Try not to judge other parents. You could be catching them at their worst 5% of the day.
- Just don’t judge other people really.
- Do you.
Whew, hard work is done. I only need to figure out one thing this year to add on to my sweet list. I got this.
Henry turned 2 recently! Last weekend we had a chill get-together with our neighbors at the local playground. I was really touched that people came. This place definitely has a sort of summer camp fast bonding feel. “Hi, we just met but let me get your digits and by the way would you like to come to my son’s birthday party tomorrow?”
I think he had a pretty good birthday. Look at this guy.
What a difference a year makes.
We started off the day with some green eggs. Dr. Suess is in pretty heavy rotation around here. As James said, “those eggs are really green.” Let’s just say the food coloring came out fast . . .
Technically, we started off with me jumping around (as much as possible while holding Mac) playing the Beatles’ birthday song. I like to provide a birthday wake up with this song. Traditions!
We played outside. Henry got to watch all of Disney’s animated Robin Hood. After pizza dinner, presents and cake!
Henry was pretty pumped about his new Gamecock hat.
And his Peppa pig books.
Any many other thoughtful presents not pictured. Cake was also a hit.
Henry – you are a pretty terrific guy. You have your moments–like when others touch your swing . . . or your toy . . . or your ball–but hey, you’re two, it happens. You are so active. If you aren’t “mas running,” you are climbing on Tommy Train, falling (for fun), or doing who only knows what. We have said “what are you doing” so often to you that you now usually say “whatchoo doing” as you are spazzing out.
You love your books. Frequently the same one read over and over. You have turned into quite the talker. I feel like we kind of have conversations. Your most frequently said word seems to be “moto,” followed by “TV,” which is weird because you watch very little of it. I do know almost all the words of “Let it Go” thanks to you.
You are down to one afternoon nap each day. You can’t quite quit the chup, but you know it is just for sleeping. You still seem to enjoy the eggs we eat for breakfast every day, any junk food–particularly potato chips, and strangely still zucchini.
You are really hilarious. You make hilarious faces. You say hilarious things. Thanks for being my little buddy on this adventure.